My Dog

The phone rang as I lay in bed halfway between dream and awake. I heard my roomate answer, then her footsteps pounding down the stairs and the whoosh of the opening door. I opened my eyes to the bare light from through the curtains as she put the phone in my face. "Hello, I'm glad we had the results analysed, he has a mast cell tumor. Its a form of cancer, we'll need to operate." Thoughts rush around in my head, I dont really care about the details I just want the ones who have brought the bad news to make it better. Hanging up I cuddle my puppy of nine years. What a crap way to start the day.